She couldn't believe what she was doing. Taking the mask off the top of her head, she placed it over his own with force. She wouldn't let him deny it. "Take this and leave now. I don't need it." Perhaps this was the last bit of human kindness she had left in her. She wouldn't let Sniper die from a pathetic death such as inhalation of too much smoke.
Turning her back on him, she began to head further into the thickness of the flames. The back of her head was already missing clumps of hair from being burned off. From the looks of things, she had been self-harming herself to keep herself from going to such extremes. In the end, it had been futile.
"There's... lots of girls for you. I.. don't think I'm really suitable for you. Or practical."
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Date: 2012-04-30 07:53 am (UTC)Turning her back on him, she began to head further into the thickness of the flames. The back of her head was already missing clumps of hair from being burned off. From the looks of things, she had been self-harming herself to keep herself from going to such extremes. In the end, it had been futile.
"There's... lots of girls for you. I.. don't think I'm really suitable for you. Or practical."